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[Jul. 30th, 2008|11:35 am] |
*sits up on the window ledge in his hospital room, looking out over the street below, much recovered (physically) from his recent ordeal*
*is so busy talking to himself that he doesn't even notice when a nurse comes in to tell him that his sister is here to pay him a visit*
Open the window; let in some fresh air. Why wouldn't a window open? It's unnatural. It's a wall. They say daytime is kinder but nighttime nightshine nightlights are fine if you let the air in. Or out. Better, even. Usually it's out. Yes, I'm the King's son. This is my home but it wasn't always. I'm a Prince but my mother's not a Queen. Must I go to training exercises today, Father? I painted a painting and it isn't very good but sometimes people bring their problems to the King and that's all right. I can listen and be patient but I'd rather not fight if it's all the same to you. |
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[Mar. 17th, 2008|07:02 am] |
*stargazes from the roof of the Administration building until his favorite has all but faded from view beneath the growing glow of the day Lights*
*stands, stretches, and gathers his blanket, intending to go in to bed before the world wakes*
*happens to look down from the rooftop and sees a lone figure on the street far below and some distance away, dark hair whipping wildly in the wind*
*watches for a while as a second figure, brighter in the morning light, eventually joins the first* *listens to two distant, agitated voices rising higher and higher, though he can't make out the words*
*follows the golden shape with smiling interest as it breaks free of the dark one's grasp and begins walking in his direction* *eventually loses sight of it over the edge when it (no, he—it's a he) enters the very same building he, Ingil, is standing on* *imagine that* |
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